whenever it drops
It drops from above
like teardrops of glitter and gold,
for plants drying & dying
roots that are trying to hold
Holes and heart,
filling voids with an abundance
Hoping that it will overflow
It pours, it cleanses
Out there, breathing
Making little rainbows in the light
Spinning in the frame
Speaking softly before it touches the earth
Making enough sounds to alarm and prepare us
And even after it leaves
It stays for a little while and goes slowly with the sun
Like alchemy from above
It enters our realm
Seeps in & alters the chemistry around
We walk around with umbrellas, impervious to change
On a ground that doesn’t remain the same
Distorting visuals of our reality,
Reflecting the impermanence nature of being
Like an out-of-bath experience for beings that can’t move
It doesn’t change,
Puddles to float the paper boat in
Puddles to curse,
I got splatter on my shoes!
I love the rain, oh this foolish shelter
Comfortable privileged observations,
With nowhere to go,
Fixated on the window
Watching the same flower react to a thousand different nose
Can you love the rain without a permanent roof on your head
Can nature make you happy if that is the only thing you have
I thought, I often think.
